Of Virginity and Disaster
For the next two weeks, Auntie and I would get together every night in one of our bedrooms. Much to my delight, she wore a variety of babydoll nighties in various colors that never failed to arouse and excite me.
And every night we managed to discover new and creative ways to provoke and excite one another toward mutual masturbation and orgasm. We often watched porn videos together to set the sensual tone of the evening and showed one another the videos that personally aroused us the most.
Auntie was rather fond of the massage room videos, and it didn't seem to matter to her if the couples were heterosexual or Lesbian. I was greatly excited by her massage videos as well, especially those that featured an actress known as Rita Peach. Rita had a way of bringing her partner to orgasm with such warmth, sensuality, and tenderness that never failed to arouse and excite us both.
I showed her several videos, many featuring an actress named Karina Hart--a woman with beautiful large breasts and an apparent enthusiasm for masturbation in a variety of ways. I especially enjoyed seeing her reach orgasm, watching as her body twitched and shuddered in much the same manner Auntie's body did when she reached orgasm, with her thigh muscles trembling uncontrollably.
Karina's videos led to a discussion of women's breasts when Auntie commented that it appeared to her that I seemed to be particularly fond of big-breasted women.
When I readily admitted that I was attracted to busty women, Auntie laughingly disclosed that Karina Hart's breasts left her feeling slightly inadequate, to which I disagreed adamantly. While I had never seen Auntie's breasts, I could certainly gauge their size and weight from the heavy sway beneath her nighties, and I told her so.
Without even a hint of nervousness or embarrassment, Auntie bared her breasts to me for the first time that night, raising the front of her nightie to her neck. Once again, I'm sure my eyes bulged like those proverbial cartoon characters when she did so. Seeing her breasts for the first time was enough to take my breath away and, despite her protests to the contrary, they were large, perhaps not quite as large as Karina's but beautifully big and nicely formed without even a hint of sag for a woman her age. When asked she readily revealed she wore a D-cup bra.
She also allowed me to touch her breasts that night, a sensual experience that gave me such an urgent erection that, to Auntie's delight, I began stroking myself immediately with my free hand.
One night after our mutually satisfying orgasms, I asked if she would allow me to feel how wet she was between her legs. She smiled coyly and I could see she was weighing the consequences of such a personally private intimacy between us before tacitly nodding her head.
She took my hand in hers and guided me down between her legs, parting them to allow me access. To my astonishment, her entire labia was copiously slick and wet and the heat between her legs almost made me gasp aloud. With a tentative smile, she closed her thighs together, holding my hand in place.
I was instantly urgently erect once more even though it had only been less than five minutes since my previous orgasm. Visions of lying with her and penetrating those slick wet folds were more than enough to drive me over the edge and out of my mind. Auntie's eyes widened as she saw my urgent need rising and she gently pulled my hand from between her legs.
"I think maybe we should tone down this kind of personal intimacy, honey," she said. "From your reaction, I think you just might like it a little too much... and so do I."
"But, it's not such a bad thing--Is it?" I countered, acutely aware of how her slick vaginal secretions still saturating my fingers. "I mean... we could maybe even use our hands to masturbate each other sometimes. What would be the harm in that?"
She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "But there IS harm in it, honey," she said softly, her eyes imploring. "Because I know in my heart that I would like it WAY too much... and then I would want even more of that kind of personal intimacy with you... and I'm not willing to go down that path. It's too much of a slippery slope toward real incest."
I nodded, understanding her concerns and realizing that I too would want things to continue to escalate.
"As much as I would LOVE to have sex with you, Jamie, I can't allow it to happen. It would be such a betrayal to my sister... I just can't go there."
Again I nodded, thankful for even the relatively tame intimacies we had been able to share.
Our tamer intimacies did, however, become a little more elevated in that we seemed to gradually graduate toward being more and more affectionate with one another. Occasionally I would hold her in my arms, urging her toward orgasm--my lips near her ear--as her hand moved between her legs. "Cum for me, Auntie... Let it go," I would breathe softly as I gently cupped and caressed her breast.
Despite the elevated affection for one another, we both recognized the danger of proceeding beyond her personal boundaries. And, while I'm sure I could have easily been persuaded further, I tempered my lustful enthusiasm for Auntie's sake and respected the limitations she had imposed on our intimacies.
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One evening, as Auntie and I lay side by side on my bed, our shoulders and hips gently touching, holding hands as we conversed softly, content in the warm intimacy of each other's company.
"How old were you when you had sex for the first time?" I asked, secretly hoping against hope that I wasn't the only soon-to-be twenty-year-old virgin to have ever lived.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Let's see... I was eighteen, so that would have been 1991." She laughed softly, "Ronnie James... at the drive-in theater... in the back seat of his car." She laughed again, "God, I haven't thought about Ronnie in a hundred years."
"Was it nice though... your first time?" I asked, resigning myself to already being almost two years older than she had been.
"Not... totally," she said, sighing heavily. "I don't remember much about it other than it hurt a lot, and I bled a bit too." She laughed softly, "God, he was SO pissed at me for getting blood on his back seat. He and I only did it that one time, I think he moved on to girls with more experience."
"Ouch, sorry," I said.
She waved a hand in the air dismissively, "Water under the bridge now," she said. "And, what about you, who was your first?"
When I paused, not wishing to reveal my little secret, Auntie's eyes suddenly widened and she smiled, "I bet it was that little Asian girl you brought home to dinner. What was her name?"
"Linda," I responded, knowing immediately whom she meant..
"That's right... Linda," said Auntie, snapping her fingers. "I kind of liked her, she was pretty, and the two of you were cute together. Was she your first?"
I shook my head, hoping Auntie would change the subject.
"No? Not her? So who was your first then?"
I took a deep breath and bit my lip, "Um... well..."
Auntie gasped aloud, rolling onto her side to look at me with wide eyes, "Oh, my God, Jamie!" she said softly, "You've never?"
I shrugged sheepishly, the cat being out of the proverbial bag.
"I'm a little astonished by that, Jamie," she said, her brow furrowed. "I mean... throughout high school, you never seemed to be without female companionship. You always seemed to have a girlfriend."